We told her that we would bring our sleeping bags and that floor space in their room suited our budget better anyway. Time spent with Albert and Anita...is always charged with sexual energy as we trade erotic banter almost continually. Only the fact that there isn't mutual physical attraction among the four of us has kept us out of the same bed. Eight hours on the road with sex as the main topic had us all very aroused. Drinks over dinner enhanced this mood. The motel was cheap. The king size. Everyone else significant to us was there.Bermuda is fabulously British. A super week. Nothing low end on the island.Now we are on to producing light skinned babies. Zoe is officially knocked up. My cycle kicked on the day before the wedding. I suspected with heavy chest and all. Since Ken still does not put his nose near my crotch so it did not matter. Just a bit messy. So I am figuring it's about one week till I join Zoe in becoming a milch cow. Now all I need to do is be true to one. Nearly an hour later, he pulled himself off of the equipment. Huffing andpuffing, badly needing to rehydrate, he lumbered over towards the waterfountain along one of the walls of the gym floor. He was going to take abreak for a few minutes before he got back to the workout."Hey! Jeff-Jeff!" Only to be distracted when Tiny cried out from behindhim. The mouse had traded nudity for a pair of tight-clinging black sweatpants and a pink tank top that read "Your boyfriend wants me" in silverglitter. Hoping she’d realise I wasn’t talking about her writing format.“My boyfriend helped with it.” She said pointedly, moving away from me a little. She lowered her head but I saw he eyes flick over my abdomen. This wouldn’t be tricky, I thought. “And where is your boyfriend these days?” I asked, my fingers brushing over her knuckles encouraging her to drop her arms. She didn’t resist, as I soon came to learn was rather typical of her. I took her firmly by the wrist and pulled her towards me. “He’s.